My heart is heavy as I type. My heart is burdened for the Christians in Iraq and Syria. I wish I could fly a jet and take all of them here, to America.
I hate Islam. I struggled with not hating the jihadists, because I know that God loves them and that they each have a soul as well. Besides, it’s Satan who’s behind this. Satan lied to them about Islam. He is out to steal, kill, and destroy. So I hate him and Islam. The terrorists, well….I’m working on simply disliking them for the moment. Maybe someday I’ll feel sorry for them about how they’re being deceived by the devil.
I prayed for the Christians over there, and I felt God nudging me to pray for the jihadists. As much as I didn’t want to, I did. I prayed that God would give even just one of them a “Saul” experience. If even just ONE jihadist comes to know Christ, it’s worth it. It sounds silly, but I call him Mr. J in my prayers. Pray for Mr. J., that he would come to know Jesus and stop persecuting Christians. I also need to pray for our President, that he would also come to know Christ and do something about those terrorists in Iraq. To be honest, although Bush made mistakes, I’d feel a lot better if he were in office right now. At least he was a Christian, godly man, whereas our current commander-in-chief is also a Muslim. Blech.
But anyway, one night as I prayed, I am ashamed to admit that I argued with God. I don’t understand. He is God. He has ALL the power in the world. He can do absolutely anything. He parted the Red Sea. His only Son defeated death. So why isn’t He doing something about these barbaric terrorists beheading and persecuting His own children? Isn’t that like having a super power, and seeing someone in trouble, but not using it? Maybe I shouldn’t say that, but that’s definitely how I felt that night.
I don’t know. I know I’m one of God’s WHY-niest children. I also feel extremely guilty. I have so much, while my fellow Christians are losing so much. They’re losing family members, friends, churches, even their lives. I have a nice house to come home to, a job that I love, wonderful friends and family, clothes, food and water, and freedom. Freedom to attend church, to pray, read my Bible, play Christian music, etc.
I hate this. I hate feeling guilty having so much, and I didn’t do anything to deserve it. I am so very blessed. I also hate feeling sad and burdened, wanting to help the people over there, and not being able to.
Well, actually, I can pray. Prayer is the greatest weapon and tool we have. And I know for myself, sometimes it doesn’t seem like much.
But the Bible says, “ The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.” -James 5:16
I also came across this site: http://www.crosswalk.com/faith/spiritual-life/5-things-you-can-do-for-christians-in-iraq.html
One of the things mentioned is prayer. And like I said, the site also says that prayer is the most powerful thing we can do.
Just like Elijah was fed meat from the ravens, pray that God would send food for the Christian Iraqis. Just like Saul was converted and became Paul, the greatest missionary ever, pray that at least one jihadist would become saved. Just like God closed the mouths of the lions for Daniel, pray that God would close the eyes of the terrorists when there are believers nearby, that they wouldn’t see them and leave them alone.
I’m done. I’m still bummed about it all. But I’ll keep praying. And hoping that at least one Islamic terrorist comes to know God.